The Evil Wife of the Rebirth of the Shang Family

Chapter 113 Absence (1)
"Then what are you doing?" Meng Shuixin pursed her mouth and said, like a little daughter-in-law who is not satisfied with the work she assigned.

Wen Jingrong pointed to Meng Shuixin to see the marks she had made on the floor, and said, "Mopping the floor..."

When Meng Shuixin watched Wen Jingrong mopping the floor in the living room with a mop, Meng Shuixin washed the vegetables in half a beat, did he really mop the floor by himself? !

This is really not surprising to Meng Shuixin. Meng Shuixin grew up in a superior environment since he was a child. Even after he came to Lin Chuyang's house, he never really did any work by himself.

Seeing Wen Jingrong mopping the floor in an apron now, I really have an indescribable feeling, and finally said with a smile after a long time: "Beauty, are you mopping the floor yourself? Why don't you call Wen Shi or hire a servant."

Wen Jingrong mopped the floor earnestly. He followed the track that Meng Shuixin had just walked, as if he had retraced the girl's crooked route just now, and he seemed to be able to feel the girl's joyful mood just now.

"Isn't it best to tidy up your own home? Others will never know what you want..." Wen Jingrong took off the last stain and said, "Student Meng Shuixin, don't walk like this next time. It's easy to twist your feet when you walk around like this."

Meng Shuixin watched Wen Jingrong put the mop away, and then went back to the kitchen to chop vegetables.

The boy lowered his head, his bangs fell to cover half of his face, but he couldn't hide his serious expression.

Looking at the neatly cut shredded carrots, Meng Shuixin nodded subconsciously.

Dinner is very suitable, yes, it can't be said as rich, four dishes and one soup, the portion is not big, but they are all very delicate dishes, and the dishes are fragrant.

"Beauty, you are so stingy, there are only a few dishes!" Meng Shuixin complained, but she still couldn't control the deliciousness and picked up the chopsticks.

"Student Meng Shuixin, when will you know what it's like to be hungry and full? If you don't know how to eat until you're full, maybe I can consider making you a full banquet!" Wen Jingrong said with a smile.

Meng Shuixin was a little embarrassed for a moment. Well, I admit that I can't control myself when I see delicious food. I often eat until I'm full, and I don't realize I've eaten too much until I feel uncomfortable.

However, do you want to say such a shameful thing in such a serious way?
"That piano?" Meng Shuixin asked, pointing to the piano not far away.

"Oh, there was an auction two days ago. I thought the price was not expensive, so I bought it..." Wen Jingrong said lightly.

Meng Shuixin nodded: "How much is it? I've never heard of cheap Scarf pianos? I'm afraid it will cost one or two million?"

"350 million..." Wen Jingrong said lightly, "I have seen the royal family's products, and they are genuine products. This price is not bad. Not many people know about that auction, otherwise the price will be raised even higher..."

"Tch, isn't the royal family's used goods second-hand?" Meng Shuixin said disdainfully, "Are you so happy to get a second-hand product?"

"Student Meng Shuixin, am I happy? It's just a piano, are you jealous?" Wen Jingrong said with a smile as he put a small rapeseed in Meng Shuixin's bowl.

"Yeah..." Meng Shuixin bit his chopsticks in his mouth and said dejectedly, "For a person who owes [-] million yuan, I'm really jealous. I don't know how much money this development project can make?"

Meng Shuixin looked at Wen Jingrong secretly from the corner of his eye as he spoke.

"Student Meng Shuixin, you are about to bite my chopsticks..." Wen Jingrong grabbed Meng Shuixin's hand and rescued the chopsticks from the girl's mouth, but it was still a step too late, the tops of the chopsticks were already a little cracked Fork of sawdust.

Wen Jingrong shook his head, took out another pair of intact chopsticks and said to Meng Shuixin, "Don't bite anymore, are you eating or eating wood?"

"Oh."

"Also, classmate Meng Shuixin..." Wen Jingrong suddenly smiled, "I admire your Tai Chi skills..."

amount……

Meng Shuixin bowed his head and stopped talking.

After dinner, Wen Jingrong washed the dishes in the kitchen.

Meng Shuixin sat in front of the piano and played Ode to Joy, cheerful notes. Meng Shuixin even played eight beats faster on purpose.

But seeing that Wen Jingrong was not affected by his rhythm at all, he was still washing the dishes slowly and carefully one by one.

Meng Shuixin slid the keys and played a song called "Shu Shushua", but the boy's rhythm didn't change at all, as if he didn't hear the sound of the piano at all.

Finally, Meng Shuixin lost the interest in provoking Wen Jingrong, and lightly played a serenade with his fingers on the keys.

The serenade flowed out slowly, coupled with the sound of Wen Jingrong washing the dishes, it was particularly pleasant.

Wen Jingrong finished washing the dishes, walked up to Meng Shuixin with a plate of apples, put the fruit on the piano stage and said, "Student Meng Shuixin, how are you doing? In fact, second-hand goods are also very useful, right? At least Up to the world famous songs, down to country tunes, all with ease."

No matter how he heard it, Meng Shuixin felt that this was wrong, and said, "Are you scolding me, Wen Jingrong?"

"Don't dare, you're overthinking." Wen Jingrong smiled and picked up an apple and handed it to Meng Shuixin.

He sat beside Meng Shuixin and said, "What do you want to hear?"

"Mazurka in F major." Meng Shuixin thought for a while and said.

Wen Jingrong nodded, and put her slender fingers on the keys, and the jumping notes came out, cheerful and playful.

While eating fruit, Meng Shuixin watched the boy play the piano, and suddenly felt that there was nothing wrong with growing vegetables, eating, bickering, and playing the piano in this life.

Looking at the boy's eyes covered by long hair, and thinking about the documents in the drawer, Meng Shuixin smiled, Wen Jingrong, you really have the ability to kill people's fighting spirit!

Suddenly, Meng Shuixin pressed his hands on the keys, and the sound of the piano stopped abruptly. Wen Jingrong turned his head, slightly puzzled by the girl's sudden behavior.

Meng Shuixin smiled, and lightly drew a note on the piano with his hands. The note was like Qingfeng and Xu Huanhuan extending their hands to invite you. Wen Jingrong smiled and moved his hand to the side.

The two played a wonderful tune with one piano and four hands, which echoed for a long time in the room where the smell of vegetables had not dissipated.

Meng Shui took it for granted that he stayed at Wen Jingrong's house for one night, but he didn't see Wen Jingrong the next morning. When he went downstairs, breakfast was ready, but there was no one in the house.

Meng Shuixin looked at a piece of paper on the side of the table, it was just a faint scent of incense emanating from the light yellow top, and the boy's delicate handwriting still couldn't conceal the domineering that was slightly stolen from it. Words can tell a person.

(End of this chapter)